( Pale, breezy, wintered. The light playfulness of a parent, toying with the affectionate exasperation of a wilful child. Once, he might have marked every day in increments of proximity to Wei Ying's milestones — a name day, one of assumption as patriarch of Yiling, one of conquest in Nightless City. His death day. Later, his rebirth. Later still, the cleansing of his name.
For a man whose personal possessions crowd in his greedy hands, he owns much of Lan Wangji's year, his past two decades. A pauper in belongings, his wealth stretching in time.
What are days here, counted? Not even a dulling of a dragon's scale, Lethe's own losses and tarnish insignificant. Have they kept tally of their maturity, between blood spilled, lives lost, fates wandered? Let Wei Ying name when he claims another year to his addition. Lan Wangji, more indifferent to the cost of weathering flesh, need not accuse a man yet completely mortal, absent the instruments to achieve immortality — of age. )
Then. Until chen shi.
( A fine waste of morning's pale, feverish light, and still far sooner than the indelicate wu shi when Wei Ying might stir himself to a natural awakening, left to his devices. )
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When do you anticipate a name day?
( Pale, breezy, wintered. The light playfulness of a parent, toying with the affectionate exasperation of a wilful child. Once, he might have marked every day in increments of proximity to Wei Ying's milestones — a name day, one of assumption as patriarch of Yiling, one of conquest in Nightless City. His death day. Later, his rebirth. Later still, the cleansing of his name.
For a man whose personal possessions crowd in his greedy hands, he owns much of Lan Wangji's year, his past two decades. A pauper in belongings, his wealth stretching in time.
What are days here, counted? Not even a dulling of a dragon's scale, Lethe's own losses and tarnish insignificant. Have they kept tally of their maturity, between blood spilled, lives lost, fates wandered? Let Wei Ying name when he claims another year to his addition. Lan Wangji, more indifferent to the cost of weathering flesh, need not accuse a man yet completely mortal, absent the instruments to achieve immortality — of age. )
Then. Until chen shi.
( A fine waste of morning's pale, feverish light, and still far sooner than the indelicate wu shi when Wei Ying might stir himself to a natural awakening, left to his devices. )